[Galadriel has strayed away from the festivities herself, carrying a glass of wine out to one of the little gardens adjacent to the feasting hall. She's lost in her own thoughts when she notices a little black cat winding her way along the path.

A cat who is more than she seems, she thinks.]

You may take your true form, if you wish. [She sips from her glass.] I am alone here, for the moment, and there is little need to continue your charade for my sake.